Best Repressions Poems
Look for this tragic dilemma:
either people have reached the real powers
and handled the weal of engine
or government done the same
wiped people completely out
from ruling, managing and controling.
Either nation harnessed rulers
through election, freedoms
and other democratic institutions and values,
either rulers slipped away again and again
from common monitoring,
hooked heavily country by its gills.
At first scenario your fate going gradually
for recovering and prosperity
maybe slowly, after some disasters and calamities,
discherishes and dishonesties
under the guide by community,
but never lost hopes
the people who harnessed powers.
In the second case
when government bodies
took powers on theirs hand
the unhappy country and people
drifted slowly and implacable
for the stagnation and dying
through killing freedoms and justice
in police, mass-media, election,
eventually fatally
all structure descended to repressions.
unjustice, wars, starvation, deficient
and multiple lacks and problems
so familiar for Soviet empire
in its 7O year biography:
theirs birth, increasing,
pride, glory
and total worthlessness
and bankruptcy.
Our world has kept many other tragic examples
of enfoldment the worthiest scenarios
Look for the North Korean regime
or what happened with Cuba
under the life-long ruling of brave Fidel Castro,
honestly say two thirdth of all nation and countries
can not to learn this art
for their government firmly harnessing.
They appointment person, presidents and prime-ministers
slip away from common control
leading with their atavistic desires are sordid and sinister.
God bless USA and West as whole
to be a good teachers for this world
that is the best advice that I told
for the mine and next generations
who don’t want sacrifice their precious lives
for the bad and cruel guiding at all.
Categories:
repressions, political,
Form:
Verse
Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise
Prov. 20:1
Darkened oxidation
changing personality
Liquid fermentation
altering perception of reality
Look long into the bottle,
you see fire in the water
It burns you as you swallow,
your memory now getting shorter
Release the genie from the lamp,
set free the jinn from it’s shapely confine
But you will wish you never did ...
Hyde-and-seek is such a dangerous game
Hiding from the truth,
seeking answers by way of 100-proof
Blackout is a mind-eraser tramp
Dr. Jekyll prognosis: too much wine at the dine
Good manners went off the grid,
mild-mannered you now ain’t the same
Saccharine sweet talk turns into acidic argument
Civilized behavior turns primitive
Fermentation is bubbling ...
God knows, you wish you could put
what you just said back in the bottle
Uncorked repressions of guilt and anger
agitating anew
Then, just as quickly, a reverse change in attitude
Fungi perversions start growing in you,
carbonizing your thoughts ... propagating strange desires
Corrupt carnal pleasures souring your mind
Fermented spirits,
darkened oxidation
Breathe in the aromatic conversion ...
intoxicating vapors releasing your inhibitions
A different you comes babbling through
Drink deep the pungent madness ...
complex organic compounds
chain reacting into fast acting mental breakdowns
Taste the seething mix of the witches brew ...
Let the liquid serpent sting bite you,
creating violent excitation
Lustful permutations
conceived through
darkened oxidation
Fermented spirits have drunkenly deceived you
Categories:
repressions, religious, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I am tired of holding all those negative feelings inside
In the near future I will be penning my first novel
I have a spot destined as the main character that with pride
I will pen all those emotions that have shovel
And you my friend if you want a spot as a character role
Just keep on fueling these bitter angry emotions that I hold
I will probably will give you the leading spot as the sole
Character that will have all the negative traits that I see in you so bold
I know that it will sell several million copies as the best
Horror work that has ever been written
For you will be like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde at rest
And change into Dracula that was bitten
One stricken with schizophrenia or bi-polar at its worst
That is what I would write this character who is pushing my buttons
And causing all these angry repressions while smiling about to burst
Do you want to be this character that will be like Mrs. Robison's ___
(This is not an original idea for I have heard and seen it before
I do not know who to credit the idea to ..Since it is not being
published, I guess it doesn't matter...)
Categories:
repressions, funny, life, on work
Form:
Rhyme
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned
nearing deceased sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
against further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
forming springs
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of pantheistic elegant circling Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick supreme One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at isolation.
Rake loneliness in.
Sleep with solitude
if you dare
to care
and share
yet without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
Categories:
repressions, anxiety, culture, depression, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night
Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes
Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes
Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....
"Do you really know pain," they asked
As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away
Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed
While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep
Chasing off the waiting vultures these
Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....
Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex
Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~
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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?
Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions,
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"
Categories:
repressions, angst, life, sympathy
Form:
It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can
My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for light
water
deeper top soil,
but these pursue
optimizing cooperation
to jointly thrive,
not competition
to barely survive
trauma,
stress,
pain,
loss,
duress.
While sitting in the shade
looking over a host of community gardens
enlivened
and enriched
by cooperative community gardeners,
I recall business
and even public sector classrooms
worshiping at the win/lose altar
of competitive capital investment
Sure,
without responsible question,
that at the end of our lifetime journey
we will be celebrated by our successful oppressions,
suppressions of the vanquishable
repressions of the feminist weak
within ourselves
our gardens
our families
and compassionate friends.
This has not been my experience,
that I am celebrated by,
and for,
those I have divested of
obstacles to overpower,
mere consumer subjects
to satiate into silence,
to financially abuse,
to emotionally neglect.
Whether contemplating
another spring season
of cooperative community gardens
or harvesting reasons
at the end of a long midsummer dream
In which we are religiously celebrated
for our multicultural passions
and polycultural communion,
participating in EarthTribe's
cooperatively redemptive journey
back toward green
pristine Eden.
Categories:
repressions, anti bullying, appreciation, community,
Form:
Political Verse
Paraphrasing Dickens
speaking of Great Expectations
through Pip's distraining voice,
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations
are usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
whom we most actively distrust.
On the other hand,
trust invites vulnerability
as distraining poverty embraces wealth,
honesty,
integrity,
expanding democracy
and cooperative co-investment.
Oppressive religious and cultural repressions and suppressions
are opiates of multiculturing people
When monoculturing elitists
offer religious opiate addictions to domesticating ritual
thereby over-ruling democratic spiritual experience
of daily natural and cooperative liturgies.
Polycultural non-elites,
like young organic gardeners of polyphonics
and ecofeminist transgendering designers,
thrive best within an alliance
of the gentle and broken,
vulnerable and open
to new cooperative intimacies,
gentrifying neighborhoods and families
and hearts
designed by rural-memory values
for nutrition that also nurtures,
health that also wealths,
climates embracing edible and richly colored landscapes,
mindshapes
of and for regenerating
future generations
of and for polycultural cooperative EliteNetworks,
neither opiated
nor nervously nirvanaed nellies
nor disappointed
that WinLose investment
didn't turn out
as WinWin actively hoped for
through EcoPolitical Constitutions
reborn in and through each matriarchal ego/eco-doublebound
organic governing womb,
probably not so Dystopically Opiated,
at least in our moments of original cooperative conception.
Or, we could end less simply Dickens,
with Great Expectations for avoiding:
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations,
usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
(and other divine personages,
distraining gods and goddesses)
whom we most actively,
LeftBrain dominantly,
distrust.
Categories:
repressions, caregiving, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Oh say, did you notice
a national predative anthem?
Moving immediately
urgently,
without reflection of starlight
sent or received,
From waving flags predicting elite weapons
fueled by complexly masculine
emasculating
militarized corporate industries
of mutual defensive risks
against international cooperative opportunities
to coinvest
In smoke-filled dawns of manifest destiny
toward freedom for all
self-righteous straight white males
especially with a divine right
as Earth's owners of enslaved
exploited property,
and home to the brave mercenaries
of death
and dying
and divestment technologies.
This anthem
is based on a patriarchal
powerful
psychological
and spiritual
and natural
and ecological
theological error.
Nowhere in our personal experience
nor our economic or political history
have we fought for freedom.
We do fight against oppression
but we flee,
apart or together, toward freedom.
Emigration is about exodus
toward hope and freedom.
Declaring wars,
expressing
and investing
our collective fears and angers,
These are about lands taken from reserved,
and feminized
and marginalized
and enslaved laborers,
forced immigrants into non-elite oppressions
of nationalism
patriarchalism
elite v non-elite dualism,
divides,
absence of win/win communication,
xenophobia
monoculturing suppressions
repressions
Where polypathic left with right win/win prominence
longs for polycultural confluence
rather than cognitive/affective dissonance,
flag waving
predicting nationalistic predative anthems
sung empty-heartedly and robotically
with elitist left-brain opulence.
If we sing it loud enough
long enough
we must be patriotically true,
But, to whom?
Categories:
repressions, health, identity, immigration, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
subconscious obsessions
sexual repressions
melting sun lea-
ning on time
exploding watches
organic contour
of a dreaming
virgin
merging and moulding
we are spinning and
orbiting unaware
Categories:
repressions, allusion,
Form:
How wrong could I be
were I to assume
most Taliban leaders
in Afghanistan
have aging parents?
Especially mothers,
as it is not specifically healthy
to be a male in such a violent
raped
poverished,
nutritionally-barren place
And Taliban parents
might also have kids hungry and thirsty
and afraid to give us grandkids,
for economic and political starvation reasons.
It might occur to healthy energy democratic leaders
thinkers and feelers
that feeding
and restoring therapeutic ecosystems
could grow better polycultural Afghanistan wealth outcomes
promised by Allah
and YHWH alike.
Restorative, rather than more extractive, retributive justice
could work more WinWin effectively,
than continuing bad karma retributive violent goals
of assured mutual environmental destruction
and inhumane death and dying and terrorizing
paranoid children,
and other forms of almost incalculable dismay
through strategies rooted in punishment
and threat
and counter-terrorism terror,
visiting the sins of fathers
upon Yang soldiers
and Yin sacred daughters and aging mothers alike.
Just an ecopolitical thought
to feed the obvious restorative resolution
rather than first trying to starve out surviving problems
of marginal multigenerationally terrified families
and EarthSoul Tribes of nature
Nature-spirits sown
in TooYang Dominant
retributional stress disorders,
terror,
mental illness,
paranoia,
sleep deprivation,
xenophobia,
depression,
suicide,
rabidity,
hate for outsiders,
fear of strangers,
seething anger about oppressions, repressions, depressions, suppressions,
fear of death and dying and the unknown...
Categories:
repressions, health, integrity, mental illness,
Form:
Political Verse
An accident of history,
a coincidence,
I wonder,
EurAsia's Nightingale
sings toward newborn dawns of life
hope
faith,
while New Western Hemisphere's Eastern Whippoorwill
sends a darker through SouthWestern chill
warning of dualdark's bodily demise.
These two,
Nightingales with transatlantic Whippoorwills
continue singing through our outdoor dreams
of nights
FullMoon Nightingales of EurAsian love
and NewMoon Whippoorwills
warning of impending loss,
climates of emerging,
co-gravitating pathology,
descent
waving toward Nightingale repressions,
reweaving nocturnal memories
of happyYang Opportunity within sadYin PromisedThreat.
An accident of history,
a coincidence,
this confusion of colonialism's economic hubris
with anthro-elitism's Whippoorwills
warning shared political LoseLose demise.
Nightingales heard LeftBrain dominant
echoing NewMoon Whippoorwills sung RightBrain
sacred
ecological
matriarchal concave womb,
nurturing dualdark mythic warnings
flying through troubling climatic dreams,
like distant rolling thunder
coming toward a capitol investment
near Earth's groundnest,
GoodNews Nightingales
with BadFeeling Climates
revolving bright and dualdark
GrandMother Moon
sung in Whippoorwills.
Categories:
repressions, america, culture, dream, england,
Form:
Political Verse
the sweetness
out of mind
out of controll
roam and moan
left to fall
dying crying flying sighing
no one to love
all alone
shall i always be
trapped cast out
why won't anyone save me
denial suicidal
built up breakdown
smother it all away
can't leave it behind
lost in my mind
driven insane
blast it all away
it bekons again
thrown out putdown
cold and hurt
frozen within
bleeding screaming
nothing left but hurt inside
eating me up
leaving me down
repressions all i find
maladjusted no motivation
sleepless nights
i sit and wait
nothing nowhere dead
i've fallen again
Categories:
repressions, depression, me,
Form:
Free verse
Wisdom of ancient Eastern teachers
and Western mystics
ubiquitously observes
We both are and do our healthy best
while actively reducing attachments
to illusory fearful Futures
of Loser death and dying,
And grow detachment from suffering
of angry Loser pasts.
Which, to this Taoist,
sounds like a long negative Yangish repressive way
Of yin-inviting robust HereNow commitment
passion
love
integrity
to and in and of and for
Earth's DNA positive-regenerative
healthiest possible resilience
Despite ego-depression
ecotherapeutic suppression
EarthTribe repressions
patriarchal conquering oppression
Grace invites resonant commitment,
cooperative ownership
of interdependent intuitive synergy revolutions,
HereNow
NatureSpirit
synaptic memory revelations,
SecularLeft with SacredRight Voiced elevations.
We are and do our healthy best
actively feeding and watering commitments
to spacetime cooperative CoPresence
of Win-nature/spirit-Winner life persistence
through timeless
yet passionate
Earth-desired attachment.
Categories:
repressions, beautiful, health, love, mystery,
Form:
Political Verse
Somethings in my life are to complex to give expression to
Somethings are too tense and tangled
I contemplate on reasons and questions, beliefs and griefs'
I keep them to my chest turning in my sleep
Like a trinket, lockets or Kolesnikov's
Cause at times they are too tender to surrender to time
And other times they haunt and encircle me like ghastly clay pigeons
I was told to die for what you love or love what you'd die for
Most times I'm engulfed in repressions in corners on cold floors
Relief feels like falling through air
I breakdown into tears
Like glass breaks into shards
Splintering my heart beyond repair
And I can't even speak when I need to
At times I displace me when I need you
Cause somethings I can't express or give expression to
Somethings I bottle in me to protect you
Categories:
repressions, anxiety, deep, depression, i
Form:
Free verse
ancient laws
of tedious wisdom
egocentric desires
of wanting flesh
neurotic minds
are you happy
limping mangose
chasing a pregnant cobra
repressions suppressions
deep seated impressions
poison could be healing
purging of the disturbed minds
are you happy
wandering in the shores of love
singing the expression of your soul
Categories:
repressions, allusion,
Form: